| Your memory runs, and I freeze
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| I search for a cloud that will erase me
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| I got no heart, I got no soul
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| I’m only a shell to put your hands on
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| Electrical, electrical
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| Use me too much, and you’ll be alone
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| Body, your sound domes
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| I’m not well, me, you won’t last long
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| You turn me on, and I tell you a song
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| You’d ask me if I still never roam
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| Just don’t ask me about the life we could live
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| I’m not cut out for it
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| You power me up, and I give you time
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| Remember your life with my photograph mind
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| Just don’t ask me to shine you with love
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| We’re not cut out for love
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| We’re not cut out for love
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| Electrical, electrical
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| Use me too much, and you’ll be alone
|
| Body, your sound domes
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| I’m not well, me, you won’t last long
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| You turn me on, and I tell you a song
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| You ask me advice in the mirror, oh
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| Just don’t ask me about the life we could live
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| You’re not cut out for it
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| You power me up, and I give you time
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| Remember your life with my photograph mind
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| Just don’t ask me to shine you with love
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| We’re not cut out for love
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| We’re not cut out for love
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| We’re not cut out for love |